There isn’t much space for shades of gray in eternal fight of good versus evil. A morally ambigious action doesn’t stand a chance to be included in the history of Promethean fight for fire and social justice.

Doesn’t matter.

For five years, each time I had to appear in the employment agency to register, deregister myself, or to satisfy other whims of the leviathan (that’s the polish version of health insurance for artists), I waged a kind of symmetrical game against the institution. Each time the agency gave sign, that it wants to keep me busy for a while, I took some souvenir from it’s belly, an object so unimportant, as unimportant socially is wasting my time by the whole process.

This compulsive activity, allowed me to transform the space of the agency into hunter-gatherer ground, allowing me thus to sail through the sea of disgraced every-day reality, that overwhelms those that come in contact with it.

Things taken were unattractive to the utmost. Were it not for the fact that they “weren’t mine” at the start, one could easily overlook them as a kind of office junk.

So, instead of showing material objects, I am more interested in presentation of their depiction, coupled with short description of action taken on them. It bridges the narrating of activity, with its subject. Even if it means transferring the subject of activity into the textual territory. The proper sculpture is accessible only through notation, and material form in which the text is embedded acts only as a media, that tells additional things, but doesn’t determine the subject appearing before the eyes of imagination. What started as a story experienced, returns as a story told.